Alan was walking down the streets at a late hour as he often did, thinking of nothing but his loneliness and how to seek an end. He passed endless shops and residences almost looking for someone but at the same time not. He observed the bright lights and architectural accomplishments of the city with utmost apathy as he jingled and jangled the coins in his pocket. He passed many bums laying on the sidewalks who felt obligated to give Alan sympathy. Just the look on Alan's face could make a compassionate person weep on his behalf. As he continued down the boulevard, these thoughts were all that his mind retained:
Walking down these cold and dirty streets
Thinking of the treasure I can never keep
I'll never feel the warmth fill me to the brim
Whenever I do it's taken at fate's whim
I mask myself in smiles and try to hide
But I can't keep myself from crying inside
I need something to fill this gaping hole
If there is a god he finds torturing me droll
He turned up one street and walked down another when he saw something. It seemed to be a woman, but he wasn't sure. Women simply don't walk around at this hour of the night. Alan was curious, however, so he investigated. He walked closer and his suspicions were confirmed; it was a woman standing at a street corner, and a gorgeous one at that. She was adorned in an interesting ensemble to say the least. She had a silky white skirt ending just above her thigh with a matching tight fitting white shirt. Thanks to the cold weather, her nipples were peeping through her shirt as if to say, "Hello!" She had long, well groomed brown hair a tad past her shoulders with greyish eyes. Her pouty lips were rather succulent looking, and her face was a very light color. Alan felt as though he really had nothing to lose by seeking a relationship with this lovely woman, so he continued to walk toward her. As he did, he examined the situation in his mind, wondering that proverbial search was over:
Is this what I have been looking for?
Sheer beauty before me, I cannot speak
Whatever I've been fed, I long for more
Maybe I can now lose my facade, so meek
Have I been granted a chance?
My life to be enhanced?
It shimmers like nothing else can
Beauty exceeding the ordinary woman
More exquisite than imagination
Too good to be a mere temptation
I don't care about consequence
And whatever the sequence
I will be hers and she shall be mine
Finally he approached her, her back to him. He mentally sought what to say until she turned around. "Shit!" she exclaimed. Alan was taken aback.
"You scared the hell out of me," she snapped.
Alan shrugged. "I'm sorry," he told her weakly, "but it really is more your fault than mine."
She arched her eyebrows. "What?"
"Yeah," Alan went on, not totally sure of where he was going with this. "I was just walking, and then I smelled something. It smelled really good! I wanted to find the source, and just now I realized that it was your hair." Alan watched her face nervously and a wave of relief overcame him as she smiled.